[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

"Oh, no, no... God..."

A pole dancer next to her uttered a broken scream, covered her eyes and ran out.

She ran out screaming, and there was another group of guests. They looked terrified, not fake, and fled in all directions like frightened birds.

Everything happened in less than two seconds just now——

Atum pushed Ludwig away, stood up, broke off one hand of the man with black braids, took out a knife from his pocket, and finally, accurately cut off a complete eyeball of the man with black braids——

He did all of this in just two seconds.

From start to finish, clean and tidy, in one go.

Ludwig stared at what happened in front of him, speechless for a while.

... rookie?newbie?Just to make up the number of people to practice hands?

Sergeant Edgar is so unreliable, this is not something you can just ask her for a meal!

……

Officer Edgar, who was leaning against the car window and smoking non-stop, sneezed inexplicably.

According to the news from Donovan, Ludwig has already succeeded.

Although she is still a little girl, referring to Inspector Lestrade's evaluation of Ludwig and the fact that she found out that Jiro Uehara was going to commit suicide before them last time, she convinced him that Ludwig should deal with a More than enough for a rookie.

What's more, Inspector Lestrade sent a message just now. Sherlock, who was supposed to go back to deal with some 'family problems', suddenly took a taxi here four or ten minutes ago without saying anything...

Here comes Sherlock, what could go wrong?

The obese man in the tattered brown suit came over and dragged out the man with black braids who had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss with a disgusted expression.

Dragging a strong man nearly two meters tall, this chunky casino security guard was dragging an empty sack with ease.

Ludwig leaned against the gaming table, forced himself not to look at the blood on the ground, and looked around calmly.

— not right.

Something is wrong with this casino, at least not as it seems.

Except for the part of people who ran out before, the rest of the people in the casino seemed to have not seen the scene just now, dancing and dancing, playing slot machines, playing music, lights shaking—just 1 minute ago, One man's eyes were cut off in front of them, but no one was affected.

Tom, the dealer, was still smiling and dealing the cards.

The down-and-out man just glanced at them indifferently when the incident happened, and then continued to drink his dull wine.

She grabbed her injured wrist calmly - so, those people who ran out before are the real guests of the casino, as for these - who knows what they are?

Atum turned to look for Ludwig.

Ludwig crossed his arms and walked slowly to the place opposite to room 2046.

...Since you have promised, you will naturally do your best to complete it.She hasn't forgotten that she came to divert his attention, and her task time is 10 minutes.

And now, she was 8 minutes away.

With his back to room 2046, Atum walked towards her with a calm and soft smile on his face.

His demeanor is so gentlemanly, wearing a beret and a sailor jacket over his shirt, just like a decadent aristocratic teenager on the streets of London in the nineteenth century.

The gentle and sweet curvature of the corner of his mouth made Ludwig feel—creepy.

... Smile, this is the expression of a person who just gouged out someone else's eyes?

"Hey, my beautiful Juliet..."

He walked up to Ludwig, smiled at Ludwig, knelt down on one knee, and raised that eyeball high, like holding a rose:

"... My dear lady, will you accept my flowers?"

Ludwig looked at the blue bloodshot protein body in front of him, paused, slowly stretched out his hand, and took it.

She glanced at it pretending to be disgusted, raised her chin, inserted it into a pile of chips, and rubbed her hand against the gaming table calmly:

"It's time for you to show your love, and I'd rather you win my money back than this unaesthetic thing... Tom, where's my chip?"

Atum stood behind her, put his arms around her waist, put his head on her back, and said softly:

"Sweetheart, if you must use money to measure love, then my love for you is [-] million dollars... I'm so glad you didn't cry like those women."

As soon as he exerted force on his hand, Ludwig spun along with his movement and staggered to sit on his lap.

Fuck, the wrist was broken again.

The fingers of Ludwig's other hand clenched and loosened because of the pain.

She relaxed her body, trying not to look stiff, but she didn't dare to struggle... This is a real violent person, what if he gets upset and breaks her leg?

Ludwig looked at the blood on Atum's sleeve, his expression remained motionless, and he only raised his eyebrows:

"What if I cry...?"

Atum rubbed her shoulder aggrievedly:

"Then I'll gouge your eyes out because I don't want you to cry—just like I don't like that nigga staring at me so I gouge his eyes out."

"..."

This man is a pervert...but only a pervert.

Her philosopher Li Sanque has been telling her that there are no real perverts in this world, only social consciousness that is not mainstream.

Religious believers in the Middle Ages poured hot molten iron into the shoes of pagans, and then smashed their feet with hammers.

Things that seem perverted to us were taken for granted in that era.

…So, this person is just an extreme dangerous element, and the more extreme the person, the harder it is to control their emotions, because they have no mechanism to balance their emotions.

What she has to do now is to keep her sanity, which is her only advantage.

Ludwig looked at the clock.

4 minutes left.

He moved quickly, decisively, and without any scruples—how could such a person be just a stalker?And that unexplainable sense of familiarity...

Who is he?

She stared at Yatum's eyes, those gray-blue eyes glowed with water under the light, making his eyes more pure and deep than ordinary people's.

... more pure than ordinary people?

Ludwig raised his eyebrows: "Are you wearing colored contact lenses?"

Yatum laughed in surprise: "Did you find out? Baby, we are so connected."

She looked very interested: "Then what color were your original eyes?"

Atum hooked his fingers mysteriously, asking her to listen.

At this moment, behind Yatum, at the door of room 2046, there was a commotion. Someone fell down, and the old-fashioned gambling table shook for a while, and the chips were mixed together.

The gamblers swore, punched and kicked the fallen man.

As soon as Atum was about to turn around, Ludwig immediately cupped his face in both hands and turned his head to face him.

In another 3 minutes, she can find a way to get out... But before that, she still needs to deal with him for 3 minutes.

"Don't be distracted when talking to me, or I will be unhappy... You haven't told me what color your eyes are."

"You are so fascinating... It's a pity that I already have a more fascinating goal, otherwise I will definitely consider tying you back."

Atum's eyes were so gentle that water dripped out, he held Ludwig's face in his hands, and gently kissed her on the cheek.

"Baby, the essence of this world is trading. If you want to know a secret, you need to exchange it with another secret."

He put one arm around Ludwig and said without looking at the table, "Stop."

"I've always suspected that you have eyes behind you."

Tom turned over the hidden cards on the table:

"—Blackjack again, Artum, your fifth Blackjack tonight, won't you kiss your lady luck?"

The down-and-out man put down the wine bottle, took off the beret on Atum's head, put it on his head, stood on the stool and applauded:

"Women, money, and luck are all in place...there's no more kissing."

He directed everyone's whistles like a conductor, and the boring men around him were boiling, banging wine bottles on the table, booing louder and louder.

Atum ignored the whistles and booing around him.

He leaned close to Ludwig's face, put his nose against hers, put his hands on her shoulders, fiddled with her collar suggestively, and raised the corners of his lips:

"Have you figured out the secret to exchange with me?"

Ludwig looked straight into his eyes without flinching, and smiled:

"Sorry, didn't expect that."

"Why don't you let me find one for you?"

The tip of his nose was pressed against Ludwig's, and his breath gently brushed her eyelashes.

"Lips are one of the biggest secrets of a woman, can you give me... your kiss?"

He turned his head slightly, and his lips were close to Ludwig's:

"May I?"

……

She lived for a long time in a remote town in Bulgaria where people kissed as a normal way of saying hello and their ideas were interesting... If a 70 year old can kiss his 20 year old granddaughter why can't Kissing his [-]-year-old granddaughter?

So, after she came out of that small town, she could kiss anyone very habitually.

But... In a place as chaotic as a casino, kissing is not a matter of conservativeness, but a matter of hygiene.

The saliva is intertwined, and in addition to love, food scraps and bacteria are exchanged.

This rather handsome young man, Atum, was not one of those simple villagers. If he had done... well, anything else with his mouth before, then the exchange would have been far more than that.

Maybe she was kissing several men at the same time... Slightly heavy.

However, just when Derwig was about to turn her head away and refuse this unsanitary kiss, she petrified—completely.

Because, she suddenly realized that the "May I" just now was not what Yatum said.

This faint "May I" came from behind her, a place at least [-] degrees latitude closer to the South Pole than her in terms of temperature.

As if to test her conjecture, a cold hand was placed on her shoulder lightly and gently.

Then I heard the owner of the hand repeat without any emotion in her very familiar, deep and melodious voice like a cello:

"May I... bother you?"

May I... excuse you for a moment?

Ludwig's upper hand, which was still on Atum's shoulder, shattered into pieces in the next second.

If someone carried a hoe at this time and knocked down on her head, they would definitely be able to knock out a lot of rocks and slag.

...Who can tell her why her boyfriend in name appears here by such a coincidence?

Not sooner or later, just when she was sitting on another man's lap and almost kissed?

She said she was forced, does anyone believe it?

She turned her head slowly, and met her boyfriend's gray pool-like, bottomless eyes, which looked at her steadfastly and without emotion.

Ludwig didn't react for a while, and was still sitting on Atum's lap, pulled out a huge stiff smile, and waved to Sherlock:

"Hi... what a coincidence."

As soon as she said this, she wished she could cut her tongue off.

What a coincidence?what a coincidence

What a coincidence, you're here for a date too?

Sherlock was wearing a coat over his suit, and the collar of his shirt was so neat that there were no wrinkles.

He just stood there so casually that even the light bulbs around him turned on a few watts.

The tattered gaming tables, because of his existence, are no longer tattered, please call them retro background walls.

As for those felts with rough edges... What are the rough edges? In the place shrouded in Sherlock's halo, those are called the precipitated sense of history.

...well, now is not the time to discuss the importance of a good model.

Sherlock looked at her left hand that was still on Atum's shoulder, squinted his eyes, and his deep voice remained unchanged:

"It's really a coincidence...Are you planning to go back today?"

Ludwig swiftly jumped off of Atum, and the original force on her waist disappeared, so it was easy for her to break free, and it became more and more suspicious.

"Of course I'll go back, I'll go back right away, I was planning to go back, I just talked to Tom... right, Tom?"

The croupier Tom kept his hands on his hands, raised his head and smiled slightly:

"No, I always thought you'd be with Atum tonight—you're already Romeo and Juliet, aren't you?"

Ludwig: "..."

I will remember you, Tom.

She seemed to have seen her own death flag set up, fluttering in the chilly wind.